


Golden Snitch: The Elusive Quest For Self

by elizabethremington



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: Durmstrang, F/M, Hogwarts, Quidditch, Quidditch World Cup
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-04-28
Updated: 2020-09-10
Packaged: 2021-03-02 05:55:15
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 4
Words: 4,478
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23890057
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/elizabethremington/pseuds/elizabethremington
Summary: The divorce of famed quidditch coach Georgi Nikolov and Beatrice Vauquelin had been the pureblood scandal of summer 1993. In the middle of her family’s public division, Audrey Nikolov transfers from Durmstrang to Hogwarts, hoping to be released from the pressure of being the only girl at an (almost) all-boys school. Audrey soon learns that there are many things more trying than a Scandinavian winter. (Eventual Draco/OC)
Relationships: Blaise Zabini/Original Character(s), Blaise Zabini/Original Female Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s)
Comments: 1
Kudos: 14





	1. Chapter One: The Letter

**Author's Note:**

> This is an introduction chapter, just to give you a taste of background before we jump into third-year Hogwarts shenanigans. I hope you enjoy :)

Blaise Zabini was sitting outside, enjoying the warmth of his morning coffee, when suddenly, a large golden eagle slammed into his cup, spilling the hot beverage all over his lap. Swearing under his breath, he dabbed at the stain on his trousers, not even noticing the letter that had been dropped on the table in front of him. 

“Who’s that from,” Draco Malfoy questioned from the other side of the veranda, “I haven’t seen that bird before”.

Still dealing with the mess the eagle had made, Blaise didn’t answer. He longed for the days when he could magic away the mess, but he was only an incoming third year, and 17 was a whiles away.

Blaise snapped “Oi, that mine you git,” as Draco snatched up the letter.

“My house, my rules,” Draco responded snarkily. Making do without a letter knife, Malfoy shredded open the envelope, all while dancing out of Blaise’s flailing reach.

Unfolding the creamy paper, Draco cleared his throat to read. “Dear Blaise, I’m sure you’ve seen the news in the prophet already…” he started, but was cut off by Blaise snatching back what was his. Ignoring Draco’s prying eyes over his shoulder, he skimmed the letter.

Dear Blaise,

I’m sure you’ve seen the news in the prophet already, (is that what your British newspaper is called?), but mum and dad are officially divorced now. You know it's felt like that for a while, with them being so dedicated to their respective work, but it feels different now that it's final.

Anyways, I wanted to let you know that since mum has custody of me during the school year (dad has me in the summer for quidditch reasons), I’m going to be moving to Hogwarts! Mum agreed that despite her side being French, Beauxbatons is far too prissy for me. I’d hate it! There is NO QUIDDITCH!! I will miss Durmstrang of course, but it will be nice to see you again, and hopefully you can introduce me to your friends.

Do you want to meet up before school to buy our supplies? I’m not really sure where to go.

Write me back you git,

(miss you)

Audrey

Blaise smiled broadly. Draco rolled his eyes, “Is this some stupid girlfriend of yours,” he said, “is that why you are so excited about a stupid letter,”.

“Nah, she’s not my girlfriend,” Blaise said, “and you should be excited too.”

“Why on earth should I be excited,” Draco responded. He couldn’t care less about more girls coming to Hogwarts. None of them were interesting to him anyway.

“Because Audrey Nikolov is going to win us the inter-house quidditch cup,” Blaise said, as if it was obvious. “Come on, haven’t you read the newspapers? Who were the only couple that got divorced this summer that would be in the papers?”

Turning around, Draco’s eyes widened. “No,” he whispered excitedly, “You’re not talking about Georgi Nikolovs daughter are you?”

“The one and same,” Blaise smirked.

“Well that’s interesting and all, but how do you know she’s going to be in Slytherin? The last thing we need is her to help Ravenclaw with another win,” said Draco.

“Look,” said Blaise, “I know her mother’s side of the family is Ravenclaw, but Audrey went to bloody Durmstrang. There’s no way she would be in any house but Slytherin. I bet you 25 galleons.”

“Make it 50,” Draco countered. 

Coming back to school had never been so exciting.


	2. Chapter Two: Aboard the Hogwarts Express

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, Georgi Nikolov checked his pocket watch for the third time in as many minutes. “Hurry up,” he called to his daughter, “the portkey leaves in ten minutes!”

Scampering down the stairs, Audrey hastily pulled her maroon Durmstrang sweater over her charcoal dress. A piece of toast in her mouth, she garbled, “thim sjuth chotngin..” 

“If your mother knew you were talking with your mouth full, you’d never hear the end of it, “ Georgi chuckled at his 13-year-old daughter. 

Stopping to finish her mouthful, Audrey glared at her father. “I thought until about twenty minutes ago we were going straight from Sofia to Kings cross station,” she muttered angrily, “you didn’t tell me mum wanted me in Nice first.”

“She went to Hogwarts, darling, and with all this Platform 9 ¾ nonsense, she can take you.” 

“Platform 9 ¾,” Audrey questioned, “Neither Blaise nor mum mentioned that.”

“Beatrice can explain since she was so eager to have you during the school year,” Georgi stated. “Now, do you have everything?”

“All my school supplies are in the trunk, along with my spare robes and uniforms,” Audrey said, head tilted back as she went through her mental checklist. “I’m wearing my Durmstrang uniform, and I’ll change once I’m sorted.”

“Firebolt?” her dad questioned, a cheeky glint in his eye.

“Merde,” Audrey swore, “How could I forget!”

Running up and down the stairs again, Audrey returned with her most prized possession. Glinting like the roof of the St. Alexander Nevsky Cathedral, she smirked as her precious firebolt hummed in her hands, itching to be flown.

Grabbing onto the glowing key in her father's hand, Audrey lurched with the portkey. Feeling a sharp tug from her bellybutton, she fell on the floor. Dazed she opened her eyes. Smelling the salty air, and hearing the cry of the seagulls, she knew she was in Nice. 

Tutting at her daughter, Beatrice waved her want to magic away the particles on the marble floor. “What a mess you made,” she said disparagingly, “Good thing we are apparating to the train.”

“Ok, let's go then,” Audrey said, rather impatiently. 

“Before we go, there is something I need to talk to you about,” Beatrice said carefully.

“Oh come on, please don’t say you’ve changed your mind and are now sending me to that awful girl's school,” Audrey groaned. However, one look at her mother's serious face, she stopped complaining.

“As I’m sure you’re well aware, Sirius Black has broken out of Azkaban, and thus Dementors are going to be in the country. I want you to keep safe, so I got this out of the vault.” Beatrice handed over a small velvet pouch.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, Audrey took the pouch and gasped softly when she looked inside. “Mum,” she said, “you can’t!”. She pulled out a necklace, the silver chain shimmering with whispers of ancient magic. The large sapphire pendant was inscribed with ancient runes that spiraled around the gem. This was her mother’s protection necklace, inherited through generations of Vauquelin women. The pendant glittered with the exact hue of the eyes that all women in the family possessed. 

“You need this more than I do,” Beatrice said softly, “I can’t have my only daughter going to school without knowing she is safe”.

“But you’re a Gringotts curse breaker mum-” Audrey started, but was interrupted.

“Yes, but I’m a grown witch who can protect herself,” her mum interrupted, “Now, hold onto my arm, here we go”.

Closing her eyes tightly, Audrey recoiled as she felt herself being squeezed upon from all sides. No matter how many times she apparated alongside her parents, she never got used to the sickening sensation.

Thump. Audrey landed haphazardly on the platform of King’s Cross station, feeling quite dizzy, she stumbled into a luggage cart. 

“Watch where you are going,” her mother and a blonde boy said at the same time. Audrey apologized hastily to the blonde stranger and glowered as he turned up his nose at her and walked off. 

“Honestly,” her mother said, looking as prim as ever, not a flaxen hair out of place. “You must learn poise and elegance”.

“Well, that wasn’t on the top of the Durmstrang syllabus, mother,” Audrey huffed. In the distance, the red train let out a penultimate whistle, urging its passengers to board. Bidding her mother farewell, Audrey stepped onto the train, her golden eagle in one hand, her broom in the other. Her trunks levitated behind her, soaring into the luggage rack. 

Audrey walked along the train, receiving many funny looks. Audrey wasn’t sure if it was her large bird, or the fact that a few months ago her family had been plastered across wizarding newspapers. 

Finding the first empty compartment, she threw herself on the seat, and buried herself into “Hogwarts, a History”. Knowing almost nothing about her maternal Almer Mater, she was eager to not appear like a first year. The train soon left the station, after a final whistle call, and she felt her spine tingle at the prospect of her coming year in Scotland. 

As the temperature steadily dropped on the train, she pulled on her fur-lined Durmstrang-issued cloak. Running her fingers down the ebony pelt, she bit her lip as her fond memories of Scandinavia surfaced. Warm, and comforted by nostalgia, she soon found herself nodding to sleep with the rhythm of the train on the tracks. 

“Who’s Firebolt is this,” a loud sneering voice called out, jolting Audrey awake. How long had she been asleep? Who in Merlin’s name was messing with her broom?

“That’s mine,” Audrey said icily. She was eye to eye with the boy she had crashed into on the platform. She went out to snatch her broom back when he danced out of the way. “Give. It. Back!”, she seethed, irritated at the nerve of the boy in front of her. He was clutching a pile of pumpkin pasties, and had evidently just come from buying snacks.

“Come on, this isn’t even yours, no girl is good enough to have a firebolt,” the boy retorted, admiring the broom in her hand.

“That is my broom, now give it BACK!”, Audrey whipped out her wand, now pointing it at the boy in front of her. After two years of being the only girl at Durmstrang, she had learned to defend her property. 

Wand arm extended, she barked, “Tarantelle-” before she was interrupted.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Blaise Zabini said, “What is going on in here?”. He moved to stand in between the two.

“I was in the middle of jinxing this prick here, for stealing my firebolt,” Audrey said, glaring at the arrogant blonde who was behind Blaise. “Now, move out of the way Blaise.”

“Uh-uh,” Blaise said, “I can’t have my two best friends hurting each other before term has even started,” glaring at the wands pointed at each other.

“Friends,” the two echoed, looking at Blaise in disbelief.

“Audrey, meet Draco Malfoy,” Blaise continued, “Draco, meet Audrey Nikolov.”

Both stowed their wands, while still glaring at each other.

“See,” Blaise said, turning to Draco, “I told you she's a Slytherin”.

“I don’t know,” Draco spat, “seems more of a bloody Hufflepuff,” sneering at Audrey.

All of a sudden, the lights dimmed on the train, and the cabin seemed to drop thirty degrees centigrade. Thankful for her warm cloak, Audrey joked, “This train has really awful heating”. 

Looking around nervously, Draco responded, “I don’t think that was the heating…”

“You don’t think,” Blaise said, eyes wide in fear.

“Oh come on,” Audrey said, apprehension in her voice nonetheless, “not bloody dementors,”

The train slowed to a stop, and they heard wind whistling from the corridor. “I guess we are about to find out,” Audrey said. The door lurched open, and Draco and Blaise pressed themselves back against the window. Draco’s pumpkin pasties lay abandoned on the ground. 

“Expecto Patronum,” Audrey bellowed, and out of her wand came a wispy strand of white fog. The mist materialized into a large eagle, which flew at the Dementor outside the compartment. The cloaked figure backed off, and Audrey exhaled a long breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Bloody HELL,” Draco said, “That is some really advanced magic.” 

“Durmstrang does focus on more practical sides of being a wizard,” Audrey said, picking invisible specks off of her cloak.

Draco extended his hand, “Sorry about earlier,” he said, “friends?”

Audrey eyed the pale hand in front of her, but shook it nonetheless. “Now what’s this about me being a Slytherin?”.

Draco and Blaise both smirked. This was going to be an interesting year. 

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Two Chapters in less than 24 hours :)
> 
> Next chapter is the sorting! What house do you think she will be in?


	3. Chapter Three: The Sorting

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> HI!! Sorry for the gap in updates- I had four AP tests and decided to prioritize those over writing fanfiction for a few weeks.

With a soft hiss of steam, and the gentle shuntink of the engine, the Hogwarts express pulled into Hogsmeade Station. As much as she wanted to, Audrey hadn’t been able to sleep on the train. Filled with the anxiety of starting at a new school, and the encounter with the Dementors, a restful journey was not for her. Shuddering, Audrey stood up from her seat against the window. She pulled her silken robe on, devoid of a house insignia. Right, she thought. I’m to be sorted into a house soon. As she reached for her trunk that was above her head, she noticed Blaise and Draco waiting impatient at the door. 

“Hurry up,” Blaise said, “or we’ll never get a good seat at the feast,”. Audrey rolled her eyes, but gathered her belongings hastily and left the compartment, Slytherin flanking each side of her.   
Audrey stepped off the train, and stopped. “Wow”, she murmured, admiring the castle on the horizon. Of course, she had seen photos of Hogwarts in books, and heard her mother recount her times as a Ravenclaw, but seeing the castle in person was unlike any description. The towers seemed to clutch the clouds, reaching higher and higher, turrets and walls lending the majesty the school deserved. Her amazement was cut short, however, when she was whisked away in the surge of students by Blaise and Malfoy. 

“Come on,” Malfoy drawled, “We’re never going to get a carriage at this rate.”  
Frowning, Audrey pulled her Hogwarts letter out of her robes. “Actually,” she said, unfolding the creamy parchment, “I’m to go with someone called Hogred? Hagard?”  
“Hagrid,” both boys corrected at the same time, and Malfoy rolled his eyes yet again. Honestly, he thought, why was Blaise friends with this girl. She can’t even read. 

“Firs’-Years this way”, a voice bellowed, and Audrey turned around to see the largest man she had ever laid eyes upon. Biting her lip, she turned to Blaise. “Blaise,” she said, “we’ll still be friends if we’re in a different house, right?”

“Of course,” Blaise said, but Audrey wasn’t so sure. “Besides,” he continued, “I’m sure you’ll be in Slytherin- you wouldn’t have survived at Durmstrang otherwise.”

“But mother-” Audrey started, but was stopped, as Hagrid came up to her.

“Right you three, on the carriages before you leave”, Hagrid said sternly, but stopped when he saw the unfamiliar girl in front of him. “And who might you be?”

“Audrey Nikolov,” Audrey said, dipping her head slightly. 

“This way then,” Hagrid said, and ushered her towards the boats. 

Audrey sent one last fleeting glance at the boys, but they were lost in the crowd.

Blaise and Malfoy made it to the stage coaches, to find an irritated Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson waiting for them. “What caught you two up,” Theo asked, helping the boys load their trunks. 

“We had to help a stupid newbie off the train and-” Malfoy said, but he was cut off by Blaise.  
“An old friend of mine is transferring from Durmstrang, and I was helping her,” Blaise said, “and I hope you can be friends with her,” he continued, looking pointedly at Malfoy.

Interest piqued, Pansy looked up from the window. “Her”, she questioned, “I thought Durmstrang was boys only”

“It is,” Blaise said, “Unless your family basically donates a new Quidditch pitch”

“Damn,” Theodore said, “Doesn’t Durmstrang have a really good Quidditch player,”

With that, the carriage was filled with soft chatter of Quidditch for the rest of the ride up to the castle.

Audrey on the other hand, was only growing more anxious. Standing in the entrance hall with the other new students, she felt alone amongst the small students amongst her. She kept smoothing her robes, and tried her best to avoid digging her nails into her forearm. At long last, an older, elegant woman appeared and clapped her hands twice. 

“Hello,” the woman said in a Scottish brogue, “I am Deputy Headmaster McGonagall, and am to lead you through the sorting. Now, where is Audrey Nika… Nikalove?”

“Nikalov,” Audrey corrected, and remained impassive as curious eyes turned to her and several children burst into whispers. She had hoped that Hogwarts would be better about anonymity since her father wasn’t coaching the Quidditch team, but with parents like hers, there was bound to be some talk. 

“Right,” McGonagall cleared her throat, “This was then, dear.”

The Professor opened the large, gleaming doors into the banquet hall. All of a sudden, the bubble of chatter ceased, and Audrey stepped in. She looked around. Four great tables extended, laden with food for as far as the eye could see. At the far end of the hall, was a small stool with a saggy brown hat set upon it. Said hat suddenly burst into song, which surprised Audrey. She knew that Hogwarts was a quirky place, but she was still getting used to the surprises. 

When the hat stopped singing, Professor McGonagall nudged her forward. From the front of the hall, Albus Dumbledore cleared his throat. “Before we sort the first years, we have a third year transfer from Durmstrang, Audrey Nikolov.”

“Shut up” Pansy said to Blaise, “You didn’t tell us your friend was Audrey Nikolov”   
“What do you mean, a ‘Nikolov’”, Theodore questioned.  
“Honestly, do you know ANYTHING Theo,” Pansy said, “Her family was splashed all across the Wizarding Newspapers this summer. Her parents had a really messy divorce, and for Purebloods, that's a really big deal, no offense Blaise.”  
“Not to mention that her father is Georgi Nikolov,” Draco said sourly, “He’s ACE at Quidditch- coaches for Bulgaria and the Sofia Sparrowhawks”.

Daphne Greengrass, known for her penchant for gossip leaned in, “Of course you care only about the quidditch part Draco, her mother is Beatrice Vauquelin..” she said but was cut off.

“Shut up you lot,” Blaise said, “She’s about to be sorted and I want to win my Galleons”

Audrey walked to the hat, each step feeling like it was in treacle. After what felt like an eternity, she sat on the stool and placed the hat upon her crown of flaxen hair. 

Ahhh the hat sighed, and Audrey almost jumped at the voice in her head. It’s been a while since I’ve sorted an older student, what a treat. Now, lets see. Definitely not Hufflepuff for you- no Vauquelin ever was. Now, you do have plenty of daring, I see all of those Quidditch tricks you’ve done. Maybe Gryffindor, but wait- no, you prefer academia far too much. Now, Ravenclaw might be a good fit, I recall your mother was in that house. But you want to achieve great things with what you know and can do- it's not enough to just know. It's quite simple after all I suppose, 

“Slytherin!” the house shouted, and Audrey stood up to one house cheering loudly, and the three other tables looking sullen. Feeling a warm thrum against her chest, her robes grew a snake emblem in front of her eyes. 

Audrey made her way to the table headed by a large, green banner. Other students had begun to be sorted now, and she was trying to find Blaise. She soon found him, coming towards the space he had cleared in between him and Malfoy. Audrey sat down, and smiled curtly at the people around her. There was a short blonde girl who introduced herself as Daphne Greengrass, and Pansy Parkinson was the girl with a glossy bob. The boy with wavy brown hair introduced himself as Theodore Nott, and of course, she already knew Malfoy and Blaise. 

The feast continued without incident, and Audrey found herself feeling more and more at ease as the evening went on. It was discovered that she shared a room with Daphne and Pansy. Audrey had never had any female friends before. Growing up, Blaise had been her only friend, and going to an all boys school didn’t help with that either. However, despite all of her previous anxieties and now having to interact with girls, Audrey had never felt so at home. Something about the glowing green light made her feel more at peace then the icy rooms at Durmstrang, or any of the rooms she had stayed in while her family was being shredded apart. Audrey was looking forward to the year to come.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I hope you enjoy this!! Let me know :


	5. Chapter 4: New Beginnings

On the first day of term, Audrey woke up at 5:03 am due to the time difference from her father’s home in Sofia, and first-day nerves. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she pulled back her duvet, and her toes curled at the sudden chill from the stone floors of the dormitory. After the feast last night, she had been so full, warm, and tired that she had fallen asleep instantly. Now, in the early bask of dawn, she took a moment to admire her new sleeping quarters for the years to come.

The soft murmurs of snores continued, but Audrey couldn’t hear them, for she was so enchanted by the Slytherin dorm. A green-washed light shone in from the slanted windows at the side- with the lake water sloshing at the side. The mahogany four-poster beds were spread at arms throughout the large room. A central table was laden with quills and ink, presumably for homework. The high arched ceilings soared above her, only adding to the grandiose nature of the room. Deciding that she wouldn’t be going back to sleep, Audrey went to have a shower.

Having toweled off, Audrey opened the bathroom door, expecting to see the still sleeping figures of her dormmates. However, to her surprise, all four girls were awake- and not happy. Pansy was the first to speak, and her crossed arms only added to the pissed expression on her face. “Audrey,” she said, icily, despite the sleep in her face, “ why on EARTH are you awake so early? For god's SAKE use a silencing charm if you are to have a shower so you don’t wake the rest of us”

Guiltily, Audrey clutched her emerald towel closer to her. “I’m sorry,” she said, not really sure what else to do. At Durmstrang, she had to be awake and dressed at 4:30- if anything these girls were sleeping in. Daphne spoke up, “It's ok Audrey, but please don’t expect us to follow your ghastly Durmstranf habits. We didn’t want to go to a school run like the military.” Thankfully, the tensions had diffused by 8:37, which was when it was time to head to the first breakfast of the year.

“You see,” Pansy said, almost tripping to catch up to the taller girls flanking her, “since breakfast starts at 8:30, being 7 minutes late is enough to bring attention to you fashionably, but not _too_ late that you seem slobbish.”

“Goodness,” Audrey said, confused by the social intricacies that Hogwarts had already shown in her short time there. At Durmstrang, being the only girl was a blessing and a curse. She had more attention to her then she wanted, but at least social graces were almost nonexistent. This summer had been Audrey’s worst nightmare. The constant media attention on her family had been unbearable. Her parents' divorce itself had been uneventful. In her eyes, they hadn’t been together so long, that the legal status of the separation wasn’t a shock. However, the flash of cameras, the request for interviews, and the constant stares had been too much. Audrey knew that divorces were common in the muggle world, but in Pureblood society, divorce was taboo. Her parents, who were famous in their own right, were the only couple besides the Zabini’s to divorce in the past three centuries.

The chatter that filled the great hall was more animated than last night. Owls swooped in and out, dropping mail to and fro. The chaos seemed almost homely, and Audrey looked for Blaise amongst the sea of green at the far table. Her lips twisted as she failed to find him, but the sharp prod to her ribs from behind alerted her to his location. Punching Blaise on the shoulder, Audrey quipped, “you prick”, and promptly dragged him to a seat at the Slytherin table. Audrey found Draco Malfoy standing behind her and Blaise who were seated already. Pansy, further along from Blaise, refused to move. With a sigh, Audrey picked up her plate and made room for the platinum blonde. Despite their handshake-upon-friendship accord on the train, Audrey still felt cold towards him and knew he felt the same. As Audrey pushed her cold scrambled eggs around her plate, her golden eagle swooped in, dropping a letter off for her, which she tucked in her pocket to read away from prying eyes.

As schedules were passed out, Audrey was glad to note that she had the same classes as the rest of her peers, except she was taking the additional class of Arithmancy. Scanning her schedule, Audrey’s face soured as she saw Divination and Astronomy. Neither of those classes had been taught at Durmstrang, and she despised being behind her peers. To her relief though, the first class of the day was transfiguration- a class she loved.

The chatter of the hallways petered out as the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students were ushered inside classroom 1B, in the western wing of the school. Rows of desks were set up, amphitheater-style, and at the front of the room was who Audrey presumed was-

“Professor McGonagall”, the witch said, slamming a textbook down on the desk at the front of the room. “Transfiguration is a serious class with serious consequences, and as you should know by now, my name is not associated with tomfoolery of any kind. Am. I. Clear,” she said, sweeping the room with her icy glare. Upon the nods of the students in front of her, McGonagall’s gaze softened, and she pulled out a roll of parchment from her robe. “Now then,” she said, “as you are not Slytherin and _Gryffindor_ , I don’t have to worry about house seating. We shall be going alphabetically.”

Names were listed, and Audrey tuned out until she heard, “Nikolov, Audrey” and sat down at the desk indicated. Waiting for the next name to be called to find out her partner, she groaned audibly when she heard, “Malfoy, Draco”. Just her luck. Her last name got her stuck next to that git for a whole YEAR and she couldn’t do anything about it. By the sneer on the boy’s face who sat next to her, it seemed his feelings mirrored her own. Class passed by rather uneventfully, and Audrey was disappointed that she didn’t even get to cast her wand. If all her classes were to be discussing the syllabus for the year, she was in for a rather boring day.

**Author's Note:**

> Please leave a comment if you feel like it! Feedback is always appreciated :)


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